#Poetry Marathon 2017

Twelve hours and twelve poems, nine a.m. to nine p.m. on Saturday.  And that was just the half-marathon. I knew it would be a challenge, emotionally and physically; I didn&

You know you're beautiful, like no one else, I've seen the way you hold yourself: That shameless poise as you just pass through Holding my heart like I belonged

Tuck your nose behind my ear Speak so softly I cannot hear Lips pressed gently to my skin Murmur nothing again, again Slip your fingers up my throat Utter hushed words so remote

Love me in rainbows, Not just red, blue or green, Love me with whispers of the Agean Sea Love me in rainbows, Not with some smattering, Love me with fervor of mosquitos'

What's left when a kiss is o'er and through, When limbs once-woven unfurled? I still see kinks from me-and-you, Bear the gravity of our world — Still,

Lost in the heart of One Too Few Or One Too Many, who never knew The rhythms of a soulful heart, The need of love that could barely start Lost in the minds

You asked that I write a song of me And, humble, I could never think to be So bold, so arrogant - if yet true; But this is me, and of me, just for

Aching heart and rattled mind, I seek a friend, and few I find With open hearts and willing soul I remember times of old When love was easy, love was kind And we

It was simple, A breath, And I slipped from now to then, And I saw your face again, And your face remotely yours, As we stood before the doors... It was simple, A

I have been one acquainted with the night. I have been lost in the depths of a vast universe, Lost beyond the reaches of his highest height — And whence his words rippled from

Into the stillness of a dream The day had been what it'd never been Wide swing, warm coffee, chilly day; Words flowed from fingers, come what may When up I glanced,

And then, the flow began: The life that was their own, The life that was her own, That urged a broad wingspan; No longer words, alone; No longer friends outgrown She found true

So, the obvious 'comes apparent; Does this change 'nything in truth? For our friendship leaves the aberrant ‘Fore I come home to Duluth And I found another lover And your soul

Don’t you know? I long to feel the skin upon your face, The brush of whiskers nettled on your chin And when I reach to touch, you to embrace I find that